Dust is my bed, embracing me and is my cover now;
The sand surrounds me, engulfing me from all directions.
And the tomb recounts (the story of) the darkness of my calamity;
And the light has destined that my pleasure is in meeting Allah.
Where is my family’s love? They relinquished fidelity.
And where are the scores of friends? They dispensed with my brotherhood.
Where is the bliss of money? I left it behind.
And where is the glory of fame and compliments?
This is my end, dust is my bed.
The beloved bade farewell to his love, and cried my elegy; the tear’s flow dried out after crying.
The vast universe shrank, narrowing my space;
the tomb to my corpse became my both my land and my sky.
That is my end, dust is my bed.
Fear overwhelms my estrangement, and sadness is my ailment;
Hoping for steadfastness, which is – I swear – my remedy
Sincerely supplicating to the Lord, You are my hope
Hoping – Oh Allah! – for a paradise, in which my bliss shall be attained